Gemotions

The sunlight sliced through the dust motes dancing in the air, illuminating the chaos of unpacking. Sarah tossed a cushion onto the couch with more force than necessary. She felt a kind of internal fizz, a need to move, to *do*. The silence of the house pressed against her, making her skin crawl.

She started pushing furniture around in the living room, trying to find a better arrangement. The floorboards groaned in protest as she heaved a heavy oak table. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

Later, she found herself tracing the outline of a built-in bookshelf in the library. She tapped the back wall, a hollow sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. She shoved against the shelf, discovering it wasn't connected to the wall. It swiveled inward, revealing a flight of narrow, descending stairs.